Crippleghost :oR: Black Behind the Birth Wall

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Crippleghost :or: Black Behind the Birthwall

Crippleghost 1: Crippleghost looked out of the window at the blackness of the mountain & felt

like he was born that moment. Born.

Crippleghost 2: Out of the blackness of the mountain. He knew he had a life before this. Was a

grown man. Had done many things.

Crippleghost 3: But now all behind him was blackness. All before him was blaring florescence.

An office of sunshine symbols.

Crippleghost 4: A tweed chair with so many colors his eyes hurt. His whole body ached in fact.

His big hands. His big arms.

Crippleghost 5: A kind of ache for monsters only. Nightmare ache. The full capacity forgotten

when waking. Only an echo left over.

Crippleghost 6: Veins throbbed like every fact before then had sunk in there despite the

forgetting. All the redness.

Crippleghost 7: “So your name is Crippleghost?” The lady with the clipboard clicked her pen.

Looked down. Looked back up. “Yes.”

Crippleghost 8: He could see his own reflection in her glasses. The blur face. The blood red. Hecould see it as well as everyone.

Crippleghost 9: “Crippleghost, 1st name or last name?” In a comfy chair twin to his own.

Reminded him of other offices. Wards back east.

Crippleghost 10: Men behind brown oaken fortresses. Murder pens in hand. “I don’t know,” he

said, realizing she had asked a question.

Crippleghost 11: “I have to list a 1st & a last name.” Silence. Paper suns. “We can give you a 1st

name. Merely a clerical issue.” Smile.

#Crippleghost 11.5: "#icantgoadaywithout looking at the sun & being thankful I'm here."

Crippleghost wanted burning now.

Crippleghost 12: “How about Bob Crippleghost?” “Been.” “So your first name is Ben?” “No. I

just mean like no longer…is…”



Crippleghost 13: “So we’ll call you Ben Crippleghost. For official purposes. Here.” A sticker:

“Hello. My name is Ben.”

Crippleghost 14: Being born. A new name. He would be a kind man to be this Ben. That

Crippleghost, though, always remained.

Crippleghost 15: “My name is Dia. Nice to meet you. Now that we know each other, mind if I

ask…the face, a condition we should know about?”

Crippleghost 16: “What do you mean?” “Clerical purposes. That’s all. Certain things we should

know.” “What do you mean?”

Crippleghost 17: “Don’t take this personally, Ben, but it seems like your face is blood red &

blurry.” Silence. “Forget it.”

Crippleghost 18: “We’ve already set you up with a home. The placement program guarantees

you a spot & any provisions you need.”

Crippleghost 19: “You come highly recommended by Winnie & the whole bunch at the wards.

This is such important research to RIHEBO.”

Crippleghost 20: “There’s just one more thing: are you familiar with this?” She pulled out a

crystal like a narrow coffin 10 inches long.

Crippleghost 21: “No? It’s called a Flood Crystal though I call it a Fortress of Solitude Crystal.

Did you see the Superman movies? No?”

Crippleghost 22: “Well, it’s called a Flood Crystal because it was found, supposedly, on Mount

Ararat. We found some on Glass Mountain.”

Crippleghost 23: She pointed out of her window at Glass Mountain in the distance as if

Crippleghost didn’t know what Glass Mountain was.

Crippleghost 24: So many of them treated him like stupidity was his problem.

Crippleghost 25: “You hold onto the crystal, & you can record a memory. That memory kept

within the stone of the mountain.”

Crippleghost 26: “The mountain’s memory. No machinery. You’ll see. Very user friendly.” “Is

that the experiment?” “No. Just HR.”



#Crippleghost 26.5: "#wheneverimbored I like to record memories & think about them lasting

forever. Ever think about forever, Ben?"

Crippleghost 27: “Get to know the people.” She smiled. He hated the teeth now. Imagined a red

hole. Being good Ben would be difficult.

Crippleghost 28: Looked for his new home now. Looked up at the skyline. The mysterious

buildings of gray & glass light like years above him.

Crippleghost 29: So much of everything seemed new. He was supposed to be dead. Doctors

might say. He shouldn’t exist. Like dreams.

Crippleghost 30: Everything had the pallor of 1st time but not the delight related to rebirth. No, it

was only the normalcy.

Crippleghost 31: Everything was frightening because he felt like his whole body was breakable

& soft like baby flesh.

Crippleghost 32: Saw those black spheres floating over the building. Like hot air balloons in

future movies. Shouldn’t be there. Like him.

Crippleghost 33: Floating black suns. Made of stone or black fire. Or somehow both. Like God

had come to earth & his judging eye.

#Crippleghost 33.5: "#ihavenotolerance for eyes like God's eye," he thought. But this wasn't

good Ben talking.

Crippleghost 34: Black suns seemed not new like the rest. Only out of place. Everyone was

walking along as if there was nothing to this.

Crippleghost 35: Maybe this was how the world was now & he had only to get used to it. Full of

black suns & lack of interest.

Crippleghost 36: Some people carried those crystals like the woman had given him. Maybe

everyone in the world had 1.

Crippleghost 37: The apartment had a living room. Couchbed. Bathroom. Small kitchen. ½

fridge & microwave. Little desk in a corner.

Crippleghost 38: 10 docking stations like umbrella stands with wires & machinery took up more



space in the apartment than anything.

Crippleghost 39: In each 1 was a crystal. On a table in the ½ circle, a bigger docking station & a

device like an old calculator.

Crippleghost 40: Big face. Glowing green figures that didn’t make sense. An instruction manual

nearby: How to Use Your Flood Crystals.

Crippleghost 41: Very short instructions. “Enter name on the console to access & share

memories. Enter your own name on the home crystal.”

Crippleghost 42: Home crystal. Must’ve been the 1 in the middle. He touched the green face of

the calculator until something made sense.

Crippleghost 43: “Enter Name.” He entered Ben Crippleghost. His name on the green screensoon shrank to a small box. His new name gone now.

Crippleghost 44: A stylus etched Ben Crippleghost in the crystal. Crick crick sound, white dust

like carving in a shard of ice.

Crippleghost 45: “Now enter 10 names for sharers. If you want more than 10 you must purchase

more crystals.”

Crippleghost 46: “Note: Network connections allow for more contacts, so consider your base 10

carefully to avoid unnecessary redundancy.”

Crippleghost 47: They wanted 10. He only knew 1 name. Winnie “Rock the Bells” Belsenberg.

The only 1 with shared memories. Living.

Crippleghost 48: Winnie would never get blacked away behind the birthwall. He typed in Winnie

Belsenberg. Static shock, finger to button.

Crippleghost 49: Winnie now in a green field among other green characters in the green field.

The only thing now with meaning.

Crippleghost 50: Soon, like all names, it reduced down to 1 box. Winnie’s 1 box. The stylus

etched the name in crystal. Snow fell.

Crippleghost 51: Soon tree branches grew out of the box. At every bough & every tip there was

again a little box like fruit hanging.



Crippleghost 52: Meaningless. All of it. But the fruit seemed like colorful worlds now stuck in

small boxes. Lush like real tasting.

#Crippleghost #52.5: He wished he could #juststoprightthere, not inquire further, let the lush

possibility just be all, wall it all away.

Crippleghost 53: The book said touch the home square & begin recording. He touched it.

Brought memories to mind. But only after birthwall.

Crippleghost 54: Nothing happened. He read the book. Realized he had to say the memory out

loud. It recorded storytelling, not memories.

Crippleghost 55: He said, “I remember I was in an interview. This lady told me about the

crystals. I’m trying it now. That’s my memory.”

Crippleghost 56: Nothing happened except a “complete” blinked on the calculator screen. The

apartment silent again. Only the nothing sound.

Crippleghost 57: The crystals. Those blinking lights. He hated it all. A joke they were playing.

They thought stupidity was his problem.

Crippleghost 58: Pulled the home crystal out of its holder. To smash it somehow. Then a bright

phantom in front of his couch.

Crippleghost 59: Winnie’s crystal was bright. Phantom of Winnie herself washed out in whitelight. Always washed out anyway, pale & blonde.

Crippleghost 60: Wore red kerchiefs & red wigs in his memory. To stand out, maybe, next to the

white plaster walls of the school.

Crippleghost 61: Now in this true phantom form her face confused until the phantom said, “Oh,

hey Crippleghost. What’s up?”

Crippleghost 62: “Nothing, bye!” Shoved the crystal back in. Phantom gone. Hadn’t felt fear like

that since the blackness time.

Crippleghost 63: Fine when he thought it was only an image, but as soon as he realized she could

see him it became a death panic.

Crippleghost 64: Only a few minutes later the phantom came back. “Hey, Crippleghost,” big

smile, “I saw you recorded a memory.”



Crippleghost 65: “I left you a Good Memory. Sort of the currency of this thing. My memories of

you always get me tons of those hearts.”

Crippleghost 66: “By the way, to contact me any time. Hold the home crystal & think of me.

Then a light blinks. Have fun!”

Crippleghost 67: Gone again. The box of his 1st memory had a little red heart hanging from it

like the green fruit had ripened.

Crippleghost 68: “You have 1 Good Memory.” He touched it. A quick burst of euphoria washed

over him.

Crippleghost 69: Euphoria. Artificial like a drug. He knew that well enough. The wards. Doctors

told him he couldn’t ever feel.

Crippleghost 70: Some echo from the blackness behind the birthwall. He couldn’t feel & that

was his problem. That was always wrong.

Crippleghost 71: He had to figure out these crystals now. Touched 1 of Winnie’s memory boxes.

The phantom of Winnie flashed up again.

Crippleghost 72: “I remember the angels,” the phantom said, “at my grandma’s house at

Christmas. The fire going, everything warm.”

Crippleghost 73: “& that smell. I can’t describe it. The orange carpet & red furniture like

everything came out of that fire place.”

Crippleghost 74: “I think that’s why when she died all I felt was cold, her skin, the funeral home,

the graveside. All the color gone.”

Crippleghost 75: “Oh well. That’s it, I guess.” He felt every sensation. Every emotion. Even “I

can’t describe it.” She didn’t have to.

Crippleghost 76: Over now. Branches bloomed out with hearts at the tip. The script said, “You

have 152 Good Memories.”

Crippleghost 77: That’s what she meant. Hearts. Repayment for allowing others to share

memory. Like being loved. But safer.

Crippleghost 78: Crippleghost decided to let this go for the night. Revisit it later. Sat back. Saw



the black suns out of his window.

Crippleghost 79: Too much for his birthday. Something profound & troubling about the black

suns. Some connection to Flood Crystals.

Crippleghost 80: He read through the book like a mystery novel about black suns until he fell

asleep on the couch in his interview suit. (7/15)

Crippleghost 81: Crippleghost only had 7 suits to wear. Charcoal gray. No other clothes. Suits he

bought for 7 dollars at a thrift store.

Crippleghost 82: Where else would he go but RIHEBO? Who else would see him? The next day

he simply changed into the 2nd suit.

Crippleghost 83: The 1st

day at RIHEBO. Saw Winnie as he was being led past. In her red wig.Tool belt. Tools in hand. Waved hi. Smiled.

Crippleghost 84: He wanted to stop & see Winnie’s real face smile. Hear about machines she

worked on. But they kept leading him away.

Crippleghost 85: Led to a large white room. All walls white, glowing in the florescent light

running in strips along the wall & floor.

Crippleghost 86: The room a cube, 3 stories tall & long & wide. Observation window at the 2nd

story. For the scientists. All cold.

Crippleghost 87: The other end of the room, a chair with wires & machines. Where Crippleghost

would be wired in. What Winnie worked on?

Crippleghost 88: At the ceiling floating with nothing attached, 1 of those black suns. Now that it

was quiet, he could hear the sound.

Crippleghost 89: A roar. Barely audible. What a sun might sound like. Or animal. Like the

pulsating of a sleeping predator. Breath.

Crippleghost 90: But no, he told himself, it sounded like a sustained low register note on a bass

violin. The sound that started the world. (7/15)

Crippleghost 91: As they strapped him in, they told him to sit there & not think too hard about

anything, kay? Thanks. Great.



Crippleghost 92: Clear his mind of any thoughts but the room & the present moment. He thought

about the birthwall behind which was only darkness.

Crippleghost 93: The wall kept that terrible awful wonderful disgustingness from washing over

his body. Like he had all of hell trapped.

Crippleghost 94: Even thinking about it like this he felt things slipping through cracks, but he

was practiced at patching them up.

Crippleghost 95: Meanwhile in the room nothing was happening. Only the same whiteness. Only

the same black sun. The sound.

Crippleghost 96: He could see the scientists in the window. Eyes squinty. Chattering mouths. But

soon boredom. Aware of a future of nothing.

Crippleghost 97: Then he looked down. There before him a black rabbit sniffing & hopping

toward him. Without concern, it seemed.

Crippleghost 98: Clear this rabbit was made out of the same stuff as the black sun. He wasn’t

sure why he was so frightened of the rabbit.

Crippleghost 99: Certain it was coming for him & he was strapped in. Scientists came in. Caged

it. Chattering like meaning in this.

Crippleghost 100: The only incident in the day of research, but the scientists in the windowseemed satisfied. Big grinning faces now.

Crippleghost 101: This nothing continued for days. But there was screaming in the room next

door. Screaming like murder sounds.

Crippleghost 102: Went to the RIHEBO cafeteria for lunch. Saw Winnie at a crescent table with

9 others. Wanted to leave, become invisible.

Crippleghost 103: He was still embarrassed about what he had done. Sat alone. Winnie saw him

& called him over anyway. Her smile again.

Crippleghost 104: To the 9, she said, “This is Crippleghost. I guess Ben Crippleghost. Calling

you Ben feels weird.” Hand on arm.

Crippleghost 105: “We go way back, since we were kids. Or since I was a kid.” Arm around

shoulder now. Lion teeth.



Crippleghost 106: “All these guys are on my network. They’ll have access to your memories”

Naked. Before Winnie & all of them.

Crippleghost 107: Wanted to collapse inward & be forever small. “Crippleghost has to have

great memories, right? I mean of all people.”

Crippleghost 108: “Could you imagine what goes on up there?” She laughed & looked in his

eyes. The smile became her old sadness.

Crippleghost 109: None of those 9 awful people saw. He endured their voices until he finished.

Left. Let Winnie touch his arm again.

Crippleghost 110: The network, he realized. The tree. All these people in the roots & limbs of it.

Minds all open & open to his mind.

Crippleghost 111: That evening he touched the See Network box. Trees connected to trees

connected to trees. Boxes bloomed across the screen.

Crippleghost 112: There could have been 1,000,000s of them stretching out to infinite green, but

the screen was too small to show this.

Crippleghost 113: This nonsense gave him a hole into any stranger’s mind. The power. The

intimacy of that. Frightening. Exhilarating.

Crippleghost 114: He could exist inside of people without them having to know. Everything else

in the separated world became ugly.

Crippleghost 115: He saw that the nameplate of his neighbor said Bob Babylonfox. Just as his

own nameplate said Ben Crippleghost.

Crippleghost 116: He was most curious about this since Bob was almost his own fake 1st name.

He stood frozen before this nameplate.

Crippleghost 117: This was his ugly home, he felt. He liked the idea that he lived here in these

catacombs alone, though it lacked reason.

Crippleghost 118: Stood frozen like animals. Heard the door click. Ran away down the hall.

Didn’t want to meet Bob Babylonfox.

Crippleghost 119: Later he was in the hall. Bob Babylonfox’s door opened. Crippleghost



Crippleghost 132: Bob Babylonfox went to the testing room next to his. The 1 screaming all

those times. He recognized the voice now.

Crippleghost 133: They had several silent encounters in the hall & elevator until 1 day Bob

Babylonfox said, “Do you know the Murder Club?”

Crippleghost 134: “The Murder Club is this thing we do in the laundry room every week, me &

some of the others who live in the building.”

Crippleghost 135: “Hinden puts it together. You’ve met Hinden, right? He lives 1 floor below us.

He’s the 1 who sets up the murder.”

Crippleghost 136: “You see, there’s a murder, & we’re all detectives, but1 of us is a murderer.

It’s an elimination thing.”

Crippleghost 137: Crippleghost said, “Like Clue when we were kids.” “A little. So you’re

coming?” “No.” Frozen smile. Confusion eyes.

Crippleghost 138: Later Crippleghost was down in the laundry room washing 6 of his 7 suits.

Big crowd. Murder Club in the laundry room.

Crippleghost 139: They were freaks, all of them. This whole Murder Club. In costumes. Maybe

real monsters. Maybe ugly deformed people.

Crippleghost 140: A guy with an empty unadorned glass eye, billiard ball size, full of somesloshy liquid. Water hair like leaking faucets.

Crippleghost 141: A guy with red finger hair. A guy with a head like the planet mars so

disproportionate he looked like a map pin.

Crippleghost 142: A guy with a face like a blooming rose. Dripping some red liquid. Didn’t seem

to be nectar. He laughed like idiots laugh.

Crippleghost 143: Bob said, “Hey, Ben, we were about to get started. I’m so glad you came. It’s

mingle time, so mingle. Have fun, buddy.”

Crippleghost 144: Without asking permission the damned freaks asked him questions. “So where

were you the time of the murder?”

Crippleghost 145: “Nowhere. I’ve only been nowhere.” “How exactly did you know the victim?”

“I don’t know.” Got a nametag. “Ben C.”



Crippleghost 145.5: Some of them spoke nonsense. “The face, is that Seklestus or

Ulmatribanatalicia? Adult development or birth defect?”

Crippleghost 146: He learned a little more about RIHEBO. “So, Ben, what school of thought are

you? 1 of those RIHEBO genocide nuts?”

Crippleghost 147: “Some think they only pick freaks because we’re special. Genocide nuts think

they want us to get ourselves killed.”

Crippleghost 148: So all these freaks were RIHEBO subjects. “Like the RIHEBO Nazis want to

kill us off just because we’re ugly. Please.”

Crippleghost 149: They sat down in a circle. He sat down too. Waiting for his suits to dry.

Wanting to know more mysteries.

Crippleghost 150: The moderator. Hinden, Bob Babylonfox had called him. Crippleghost noticed

“Bob H.” on his nametag. H. for Hinden.

Crippleghost 151: He hadn’t bothered to look at other nametags. He looked now. All of them

named Bob. Bob A., Bob E., Bob B., Bob F.

Crippleghost 152: Hinden. 4 feet tall. Skin gray like hospitals. In his forehead an inclined crater.

In the darkness, a smaller head. A twin.

Crippleghost 153: The twin head peeked out of the black crater like a naughty child. Hinden had

that wry smile like he knew everything.

Crippleghost 154: So excited about this little game of his. Hands clasped between his legs.

Pushing against the chair like a kid would do.

Crippleghost 155: Each freak in the circle got 1 question. “We know midnight, library, hatchet.

The blood red rug was covered in blood.”

Crippleghost 156: “But was the floor covered in his blood? See, I think he was dragged into the

library. That changes everything.”

Crippleghost 157: Hinden got to Crippleghost. “Library. Hmmph.” Like a laugh. They skipped

him. The murderer was the rose head, Bob L.

Crippleghost 158: Crippleghost returned. A good time to do laundry. Each week afterward he did



laundry during the Murder Club.

Crippleghost 159: Hinden seemed to enjoy making Crippleghost the murderer. He didn’t mind

being their murderer. Everyone there was so ugly.

Crippleghost 160: Spending so much time inside of Winnie’s memories & memories of others.

Hated this present & ugly & pale & wretched.

Crippleghost 161: Tried to leave many memories. Craved those little hearts like hunger. What he

missed. Whatever the birthwall held back.

Crippleghost 162: He rarely got hearts. Only that 1st heart from Winnie, really. Only a few

others here & there. Heart empty, he needed.

Crippleghost 163: “I remember I tried to wash my suits. Ran out of detergent. Went to buy some, but they…didn’t have the right detergent.”

Crippleghost 164: “Had to choose between wearing dirty clothes & buying the wrong detergent.

So I…bought the wrong detergent.” No hearts.

Crippleghost 165: “I remember there aren’t many frozen meals for vegetarians. Had to eat the

same lunch & dinner. Cheese enchilada.”

Crippleghost 166: “The store was cold. Too white. I was alone there. People looking at me. Lost

in there. That’s all.” No hearts.

Crippleghost 167: Tried to figure out how get hearts. People had to like seeing him normal. See

him being the good Ben. Nothing.

Crippleghost 168: Then 1 day he let slip that he sat in with the Murder Club. The hate, paranoia,

ugliness, murder of the Murder Club.

Crippleghost 169: He let a little bit of the hell behind the wall slip. That earned him 12 hearts.

That was it. Letting the wall crack up & hell slip through.

Crippleghost 170: Let a little more of the hell slip out each time. Even recording normal

memories. More hearts each time. 100s even.

Crippleghost 171: He overheard Bob Babylonfox say, “They say think of nothing, but I only

think of rabbits. Maybe I’m hungry.”



Crippleghost 172: “Funny thing is what I get in the room is big black pegasuses.” “Hippogriffs,”

Crippleghost cut in. Agitated tone.

Crippleghost 173: “What?” “Pegasus is the proper name of 1. Hippogriff is the species name.”

“Oh, cool, good to know, buddy.”

Crippleghost 174: Bob Babylonfox was murdered, 6 black arrows. The Murder Club thought

they could figure it out before the real detectives.

Crippleghost 175: Nobody ever did figure it out. Black arrows made of stone or fire.

Crippleghost’s memory about that got 500 hearts.

Crippleghost 176: “I remember I heard about this guy Bob Babylonfox. Dead. Their faces.

Desperate. Like death was as real as furniture.”

Crippleghost 177: When Hinden was murdered, a simple neck break. Same deal. Thinking about

the murder drove the heart count up to 500 again.

Crippleghost 178: Felt like that rush of happy from all those hearts would never end. But it did.

Everything empty again.

Crippleghost 179: The world was worse without. The world was only the Murder Club again.

Pretty soon the whole Murder Club was wiped out.

Crippleghost 180: Rose head drowned in a room full of black water. Mars head, limbs choppedoff by a black axe left behind.

Crippleghost 181: Finger wig, a black bullet, ruled suicide. Water hair, eaten by an animal that

left behind one black tooth.

Crippleghost 182: Scientists now chattered about testing rooms filled with hungry pegasuses.

Crippleghost didn’t bother correcting them.

Crippleghost 183: The last time he saw Winnie, she asked him to help carry some equipment.

Big chair. No longer needed without subjects.

Crippleghost 184: “Give me a hand, Ben.” A laugh at the name Ben. He could’ve carried it

alone, but she took joy in her own effort to lift.

Crippleghost 185: In the closet now putting chair away. Tight space. Couldn’t help but touch.

Crippleghost reeled back like electricity.



Crippleghost 186: So long in that recorded memory. Had he touched all the other memories, this

kind of presence might kill him.

Crippleghost 187: “Sorry I haven’t been keeping up with your memories. What have you been up

to lately?” “Um, a club. Club meeting.”

Crippleghost 188: “Hey, did you ever check out those memories of you & me together? Like that

snow time. The sledding. The snowman.” “No.”

Crippleghost 189: “I still laugh about that. Got tons of hearts. Well, that’s it. Thanks, Ben.”

Kissed his cheek despite the blood blur.

Crippleghost 190: She skipped away. He slumped then. This was his failure. She looked back

again. Fear eyes or sad eyes then. Like he knew.

Crippleghost 191: Then Winnie went away to another job out east. That’s when he realized the

crystal memory was not enough.

Crippleghost 192: It would always be artificial. No matter how many hearts he got from

strangers, even as it became 1,000s.

Crippleghost 193: No more hearts from Winnie. He knew he had no place in her memory. Like

an imaginary friend. A monster in the closet.

Crippleghost 194: Knew now there was no solution. His loneliness. Only phantoms. Little reason

left to go on. Only an empty, silent home.

Crippleghost 195: It ended with 2 freaks who called themselves Old God & The Broken Heart.

RIHEBO freaks but not part of the Murder Club.

Crippleghost 196: Old God & The Broken Heart got on TV & claimed they invented the flood

crystals & could bring the whole system down.

Crippleghost 197: Claimed the black suns were part of their plan too & primed to explode. Old

God shouted, “The whole world will blow!”

Crippleghost 198: Old God was this giant fellow with a big white beard. Wore only a diaper.

Skittered around on all 4s.

Crippleghost 199: The Broken Heart was a giant heart in a spherical cage like a machine, rods



porcupining like the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

Crippleghost 200: 200 thugs with guns. Black masks over deformed faces. These were RIHEBO

freaks too. The 1s that hadn’t been got yet.

Crippleghost 201: This was the news Winnie saw on TV when she came back to the city for a

visit. The last memories she recorded.

Crippleghost 202: “Everybody knows there is no connection between the black suns & flood

crystals. They weren’t invented by anyone.”

Crippleghost 203: “That’s when the world 1st saw the Black Army of Ben Crippleghost.” An

army of black hippogriffs marching from nowhere.

Crippleghost 204: The hippogriffs ate the whole army of RIHEBO freaks. Guns useless. Therewas nothing glamorous or heroic about it.

Crippleghost 205: Crippleghost went up to Old God. Climbed up his body. Arm around neck.

Twisted until a final crack.

Crippleghost 206: The hippogriffs picked the body clean of flesh. Like the predators of

nightmares. A black & terrible hunger.

Crippleghost 207: As for the Broken Heart, Crippleghost ripped apart the cage with his bare

hands. The monsters ate the heart flesh.

Crippleghost 208: Next, as the legend goes, Crippleghost wanted to take his army up the

mountain, break it open, & set the memories free.

Crippleghost 209: But that mountain was more powerful than all of them. Forests on that

mountain could swallow armies. Belly of nothing.

Crippleghost 210: Those memories would always be there. The black suns drifted toward the

mountain like Crippleghost was calling them.

Crippleghost 211: Soon they were all gone.

Crippleghost 212: People tried to analyze Crippleghost’s memories for any sign of meaning.

They found only laundry day & frozen dinner.

Crippleghost 213: Flood crystals went out of style. The sharing of memory dismissed as the



whim of an emotional generation.

Crippleghost 214: Too weak to be worth honoring. Crippleghost & his black army the final

darkness of this naïve introspection.

Crippleghost 215: The end point of giving into foolishness. Heart, passions, memory. All the

unexorcised phantoms of the childish & animal.

Crippleghost 216: But there was a small group of people who still remembered when their

memories were held by the mountain stone.

Crippleghost 217: Some, or 1 girl, remembered Crippleghost as ecstasy’s martyr. A hero with a

blood blurred face & a heart too broken.

Addenda:

Northrop Frye in his analysis of "Crippleghost :oR: #Crippleghost" points to the Pegasus as a

symbol of the Greek ideal, a transcendence beyond the grasp of Crippleghost, an amalgamation

of the airy & terrestrial, a lowly beast endowed w/ flight & given the task of smiting the chimera,

a monstrous mirror of the Pegasus' beautiful amalgamation

Creators OG & BH replied to Frye's criticism: "Nah it's just that 'Crippler' Chris Benoit used to

go by the ring name Kid Pegasus & we thought that was weird but kind of cool too. I meanPegasuses, kind of girly right, but also kind of badass. So, like, #Crippleghost might be into b/c

why the hell not, you know. So that's why."

OG & BH, creators of "Crippleghost :oR: #Crippleghost," when asked why they included

themselves in their own story as villains, gave the enigmatic reply, "Temporal anomaly. We're

already dead." They have, to this day, refused to explain, & "We're already dead" has become as

important to Crippleghost fandom as "Behind the couch" to Whovians.

OG, the spokesman of the 2 #Crippleghost creators, said, "Remember when Old God died?" to

explain the pov they created--experiencing something through the memory of 2 people

simultaneously--& the reporter said, "You mean when you died?" He could only reply, "Yes."

OG, the spokesman of the 2 #Crippleghost creators, said, "Remember when Old God died?" to

explain the pov they created--experiencing something through the memory of 2 people

simultaneously--& the reporter said, "You mean when you died?" He could only reply, "Yes."



OG & BH, the creators of "Crippleghost :oR: #Crippleghost," were known by legions of CG

fanatics as "Beyotch & The Original Gangsta."

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